The three cold rays that came to his face, although they were counted by hand.

But under the infusion of internal force, the speed is not much slower than that of the crossbow.

Under the critical situation, the wild ghost hurriedly resorted to an iron plate bridge; That is, while the skull is quickly raised back, it gives itself a lower waist movement.

Finally, under the extreme thrill, the three blades with strange colors and high-end arrows painted with poison at first glance flew almost against their foreheads and the tip of their noses.

Boy! If this thing is not good, as long as it scratches a little skin, it is in mortal danger.

It is equivalent to walking in front of the ghost gate after walking around, the wild ghost was furious in his heart, and with a touch of his empty left hand on his waist, he took a flying axe in his hand.

The so-called coming and not being rude, although he does not have any systematic skills in throwing axes.

But no matter the accuracy, it is still quite good in speed and power; Then now it's time for him to give those three Mongolian masters a last time to fight back.

It's a pity that relying on the good waist strength of being single for many years, the waist pole that has been lowered to half the extent has been straightened again.

In front of the wild ghost's eyes, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle:

A bearded master under the city, under the same place, jumped more than four meters high; At the moment when the body was about to fall, the toes were a little on the mottled blood-stained ladder, and the body continued to jump upward.

With the performance of this goods, as long as you borrow your strength again, you can jump on the city wall like a big bird.

And to put it mildly, with the strength shown by this Mongolian master, the wild ghost asked himself if he was really not his opponent when he fought alone.

What's more, there are as many as three people in the city with such a master.

Without thinking much about it, the flying axe in the wild ghost's left hand just came out of his hand and slashed at the man's chest.

The wild ghost threw out a moment of throwing the axe, which was quite well grasped, just stuck at the critical moment when the opponent was about to run out of breath and needed to borrow strength on the ladder again.

Therefore, the bearded master had to block a long knife in his hand on his chest.

Although he successfully blocked the axe, the whole person had to fall down because of his lack of strength, and he took three or five steps back when he landed, which was the force to resolve the fall.

However, in this way, it can be regarded as a thrilling breakthrough for the wild ghost to block the opponent.

The problem is that there are as many as three people on the other side, and they cooperate quite well.

When the bearded master fell, the other green-eyed master had already jumped high; That is, the wild ghost smashed out the steel shovel in his hand in time, and it was only then that he was knocked down.

Then, the last master, with a scimitar in his hand, began to move again.

Relying on the spears stabbed out by the two Song soldiers in unison, they barely forced them back.

But in the process of falling, a cold light flew out under the hand of the goods, and a small sleeve arrow hit the neck of a Song soldier.

Moments later, this Song soldier died with black lips and foaming at the mouth.

In short, all of the above made the wild ghosts react, and they were afraid that they would not be able to stop these three people by their own strength.

And as long as these three people stand firm at the head of the city, the Han army under the city will continue to climb up the ladder; With the existence of masters such as Guo Jing and the firefighting team, it is naturally impossible for them to break the city just like that, but it will also cause huge trouble.

Rushing to seek support from his teammates, the wild ghost shouted without looking back:

"Yuanhai, are you okay with those golden juices? Okay, let's go here, I'm almost overwhelmed......"

******

When the sound of wild dogs being in a hurry came, Yuanhai was in a position a little behind, leading people to line up a number of cauldrons all the way.

Commanding some people, they kept adding firewood and fans to the stove, and they were heating the golden juice.

After hearing this, it is customary to hold a large spoon.

Facing a cauldron next to him, he took some hot Xiang after mixing it with water, and began to stir it vigorously, and then leaned his face over.

Such a practice mainly depends on whether it is ripe or not.

Wrong! That's to feel the heat rising in the pot and see if the temperature is enough.

After this battle, it was immediately directly entered into the scorching battle, and it was fought at such a time; Yuanhai, a rookie, has boiled two or three batches of gold juice in a row.

Even in my life, I have some strange experiences.

You know, you don't have to cook it to 100 degrees, you have to boil it completely.

But if it is not above sixty or seventy degrees, there is no way to inflict enough damage with the high temperature to burn the opponent and lose his balance and fall off the ladder.

And if you just rely on visual inspection, as long as this thing doesn't roll over, you can't seem to see what the temperature is when a layer of things floats on it.

Therefore, Yunhai could only make such a gesture of stirring up and leaning his face over to feel the heat.

In principle, there is nothing wrong with such an action.

The only problem is that it's a bit of a drain.

When Yuanhai leaned his face over, a heat wave with a unique smell hit; Even if he was wearing a five-layer thick DIY mask on his mouth, his nostrils were blocked with a small cloth ball.

That astonishing stench also rushed straight to his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

By the way, his eyes were smoked, and tears immediately flowed down, and suddenly under his indignation, he cursed in his mouth:

"Hu Biao, you are dead on the street~"

What's that! Yuanhai, who was crying by Re Xiangxun, what does this matter to Hu Biao? Not to mention, it's really related.

As early as last night, a group of netizens gathered together for a division of labor.

The commander of the Xuange Battalion team, Hu Biao and Hu Daxia, who are now famous in the rivers and lakes, made a commanding instruction:

The golden juice, although it smells a little bigger, doesn't look like much of a decent thing.

But war is not a game of warmth, everything is based on the victory or defeat of both sides, and as the ultimate goal.

Therefore, pouring gold juice on the opponent is a very important means of defense in cold weapon warfare, especially in the battle to defend the city.

In this battle, we must give full play to it and inflict a huge loss on the Mongolian people.

And pouring gold juice in the defense of the city, the Xuange battalion has a good tradition.

For example, the wolf green brother who failed to teleport this time has been pouring feces many times, no! It should be in the aspect of pouring gold juice, with excellent performance.

It has played a key role in the successful completion of the tasks of the system many times.

Therefore, he is here to call on the team and new netizens to play the spirit of not being afraid of death, tiredness, and smell...... (800 words omitted after that).

Well, some of the above content, for Yuanhai, a game migrant worker.

Ignoring the big truth in the mouth of this thing, and there is a lot of nonsense in the back; To sum up, it is Hu Biao's arrangement for him:

Yuanhai, a rookie like you, even if you throw it on the city wall to fight, it doesn't seem to have much effect.

On the contrary, it is more dangerous, and it may not be long before it is gagged.

It just so happens that the matter of pouring gold juice is very important, although this thing stinks a little, but it can give the opponent a huge damage, and it is relatively safe.

Therefore, the position of the captain of the dung splashing brigade is his deep sea.

So, when the Beidi Han army under the city officially began to attack the city wall, Yuanhai, a rookie, also began his own journey of pouring dung......

It's a big man, although people were smoked and cried by Rexiang, although it was a little embarrassing to say.

Fortunately, thanks to his rich cooking experience, the temperature of this pot can be determined to be at least seventy degrees just from the strength of the heat wave that came to his face.

Sufficiently sufficient to inflict severe burns and, more fatally, wound infections.

So I didn't think much about it, the big spoon in my hand was long and a wooden handle was flipped over, and it was already a big spoon of seven or eight catties.

Then, without much thought, like a pikeman charging at his opponent, he hurriedly stepped forward and rushed towards the battlement of the wall, like a pikeman charging at his opponent, and a spoonful of gold juice in his hand.

As he rushed over, he shouted out a sentence in his mouth:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way immediately~"

In such a prompt sound, I just fought hard with the bearded master and beat it down again, but there was also a little soreness in the arm, and he hurriedly gave way to the left a few steps.

Therefore, when that green-eyed master is only a meter away from the wall.

In the blink of an eye, you can climb the city wall, thinking about the crazy bounty, and your eyes are a little red.

Suddenly, I saw a big steaming spoon, sticking out of the city wall, and slapping itself on the head in the middle of the flip.

"No~"

After thinking about what it was, this master of the Mongolian people wailed as if he had met an old rascal little girl......

(End of chapter)